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Sorry for the delay with Chapter 3. I just got a new computer, and I am
trying to get everything lined out.
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Abby sat down gently on the brown leather sofa that adorned the living room. She was
wearing a tee shirt, two sizes too big, that Carter had found for her. The jeans she was
wearing were falling off.
"Why can't my life be normal?" She asked, more a statement than a question.
"Hello, dear, my my, why are you dressed like that?" Eleanor Carter asked appearing in
the living room.
At least I don't always dress like I am going to a funeral, Abby refrained from saying.
"I heard about your car accident, you really could have avoided everything by staying
out of someones business."
"Mother, get out." John
"I beg your pardon."
"Stop acting like an asshole toward my friends."
"John, I'm merely saying she shouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
"Then get your fucking nose out my mine and Abby's business."
"Your not sleeping with her are you?"
"What are you gonna do if I am."
"Oh, John you could do so much better."
"Excuse me?" Abby jumped in, getting to her feet."
"No offense dear."
"How the hell does a person not take offense to that?" She beamed, giving Eleanor a
cold look.
"Darling, I merely mean't that..."
John cut her off, "I don't give a damn what you mean't. Goodnight." He said, grabbing Abby's
hand and heading into the foyer and leading the way up the stairwell.
"She has royal way of pissing me off." Abby stated when they entered the bedroom.
"I'm sorry." He said
"It's not your fault."
He looked into her eyes, as he brushed his hand over the bruises on her face.
Neither one was sure who initiated it, but both melted into each other, as they kissed
each other hard and ferociously as clothes became loosened and undone.
Carter gently nudged her toward the bed.
Sorry for the delay with Chapter 3. I just got a new computer, and I am
trying to get everything lined out.
_______________________________________________________________________
Abby sat down gently on the brown leather sofa that adorned the living room. She was
wearing a tee shirt, two sizes too big, that Carter had found for her. The jeans she was
wearing were falling off.
"Why can't my life be normal?" She asked, more a statement than a question.
"Hello, dear, my my, why are you dressed like that?" Eleanor Carter asked appearing in
the living room.
At least I don't always dress like I am going to a funeral, Abby refrained from saying.
"I heard about your car accident, you really could have avoided everything by staying
out of someones business."
"Mother, get out." John
"I beg your pardon."
"Stop acting like an asshole toward my friends."
"John, I'm merely saying she shouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
"Then get your fucking nose out my mine and Abby's business."
"Your not sleeping with her are you?"
"What are you gonna do if I am."
"Oh, John you could do so much better."
"Excuse me?" Abby jumped in, getting to her feet."
"No offense dear."
"How the hell does a person not take offense to that?" She beamed, giving Eleanor a
cold look.
"Darling, I merely mean't that..."
John cut her off, "I don't give a damn what you mean't. Goodnight." He said, grabbing Abby's
hand and heading into the foyer and leading the way up the stairwell.
"She has royal way of pissing me off." Abby stated when they entered the bedroom.
"I'm sorry." He said
"It's not your fault."
He looked into her eyes, as he brushed his hand over the bruises on her face.
Neither one was sure who initiated it, but both melted into each other, as they kissed
each other hard and ferociously as clothes became loosened and undone.
Carter gently nudged her toward the bed.